After Wen Qiao got in the car, she finally had ti to check her WeChat ssages. She was a little surprised to see the number 92 in the top right corner of their group chat.
Why is this group so lively today?
As she recalled the recent big events in the entertainnt circle, she scrolled up the chat history to see what topic had made the other two chat so much in just fifteen minutes.
When she scrolled to the top and saw those two ssages, Wen Qiao’s eyebrow twitched.
Lin Ruochun and Jiang Yao were both ostensibly complaining about their partners, but their words were laced with a sense of showing off.
Jiang Yao even praised Qin Xiang at first, and then, under the guise of dissatisfaction with Ye Shengnan, swiftly posted a picture of a diamond necklace. It was a classic case of "saying no, but aning yes."
Compared side by side, Jiang Yao had a slight edge, while Lin Ruochun ca off a bit inferior.
The competitive spirit between the two won was ignited, and the next seventy or eighty ssages involved them enurating how considerate and caring their n were, and what gifts they had received.
In the first two aspects, Ye Shengnan and Qin Xiang were evenly matched, but in terms of the quantity of gifts, Ye Shengnan was utterly defeated by Qin Xiang. Qin Xiang and Lin Ruochun grew up together, childhood sweethearts, knowing each other for twice as long as Ye Shengnan and Jiang Yao.
Realizing the situation wasn’t in her favor, Jiang Yao noticed Wen Qiao hadn’t spoken in the group for quite a while and imdiately pulled her into the conversation.
[Yao Aya: When it cos to gift-giving, it’s President Fu you should look at. Last ti he gave Qiaoqiao a handbag, one that is produced only once a year. Truly thoughtful.]
Lin Ruochun was easily led astray, and with Jiang Yao’s words, she imdiately beca curious about what Christmas gift Fu Jinghen would give Wen Qiao, and she started spamming her in the group.
[Ah Chun: @Qiaoqiao’s not full: What gift did my brother give you? Even though you’ve been in the hospital these past two days, gifts like that should have been prepared well in advance, right?]
The latest ssage Wen Qiao scrolled up to see was this ping from Lin Ruochu.
In one sentence, Wen Qiao’s escape route was effectively blocked.
She stared hard at the screen, as if trying to bore holes through the phone with her eyes.
This little quail, her brain shuts down when she should be thinking, but starts working when she should be playing dumb.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I haven’t looked at my phone for a mont, and you two have already built a skyscraper. It’s a sha you’re not working in construction. If any real estate company could hire you, it would be their blessing.]
[Yao Aya: Don’t rush to ridicule us, satisfy our curiosity first. What did President Fu give you?]
Wen Qiao glanced at Fu Jinghen beside her, handling the files Feng Li sent to him on his tablet, and cleared her throat.
Fu Jinghen moved his gaze from the tablet to Wen Qiao: "What’s up?"
Wen Qiao shook her head: "Nothing much."
She slowly withdrew her gaze, looked at the pitch-black scenery outside the window for a while, then turned her head seemingly nonchalantly and asked, "What’s the date today?"
Before Fu Jinghen could reply, the driver in the front seat answered first, "Madam, it’s the 25th today."
Wen Qiao nodded, thoughtfully saying, "Oh, it’s the 25th."
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